“Reality doesn’t impress me, I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” Anais Nin
Beyond I could describe this by mundane anatomy, by arcane physiology, or even psychology, naming steps, movements, the exhaustion of language spent in breathless pursuit. A nomenclature of moments cannot possibly describe the sheer urgency of the softness and welcome of folding with you into an ecstasy beyond description, beyond reason, beyond, until we let go. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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